and all our shit it sound like trash,
they can't replicate us but try to be us snvious swap meet 2 stripe adidas,
now what you holding down, dog your whole style is sunk,
ryhmes is wakc, you shit don't bump, you say I'm hating,
hell na I'm just the deal and since I hate you then I don't give a fuck how you feel,
we keep the dead jumpin, put your hands in the air,
you can diss the unreal but the unreal don't really care,
we don't give a fuck load bodies off in the trunk,
everyday is friday the 13th with bad luck,
somehow we made it through, dunno how, somehow we do,
without relying on radios where my killas at, middle fingers in the air,
and everyday we spreading in numbers so be prepared,
(Chorus X5)
Whats that?That's what it's like and I dont want no body to know,(nobody)
I cut your eyeball out with an exacto blade,
you still couldn't see my freek show on stage,
levitate up in the middle of the room
and have everybody shakin in the kungfu shoes,
I got madrox with me packin a bowl, I got 17 keepin one in the hole,
I got a stash spot that I keep on the low,
in case I gotta put in work on a bitch ass juggahoe,
people sending me the death threats,
but I got something for you fake ass bitches, better believe that,
my axe swinging I got your blood on my face,
with your body still flopping cut in half off at the waist,
its like deeper than a dead man,
shit ain't nothin to lose but my cell and you can have that, never void,
muther fucker never die, with an axe and a pistol representin the East Side,
(Chorus X4)
we got the diallect, to diallect your intellect, we teach,
of love and hate without no text book or internet,
we stomp on waves, play in the graves,
and take the mind of the poserless and kneel at it,
man defin minda frames, everyone is king,
and the pressures of the world are crumbled by the words we sing,
I ain't content I'm pissed off and sic of this bullshit,
we all up in your face fun up on this generic,
We ain't the trance of thew millenium I can tell you that,
you can keep your freestyle rapping back pack,
we are thedrama seekers looking for non believers,
we walk on waters and clouds and slit the dream weavers,
I hope you glad to meet us now get a blaze up,
you just a hound dog stalk bitch so raise up,
you outta mind, outta spirit, outta body, outta rhyme,
sneak up on you from the dark behind
(Chorus)